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"Yes, Teena. Lots and lots of body parts on hand, inventory computerized-"
"By me."
"Yes, Teena. For heterologous grafts Teena selects spare parts for closest
tissue match... matching blood, of course, but matching in other ways, too. And
matching in size but that's the easiest part. Teena checks everything and digs
out a spare part that your own body will mistake for its own. Or almost."
"Ezra," the computer said, "you can wear those legs for ten years, at
least; I really did a job on you. By then your clone will be available. If you
need it."
"You did indeed and thank you, Teena. My benefactor's name is Azrael
Nkruma, Richard; we are twins, aside from an irrelevant matter of melanin." Ezra
grinned.
I said, "Doesn't he miss his feet?"
Ezra suddenly sobered. "He's dead, Richard... dead from the commonest cause
of death here: accident. Mountain climbing. Landed on his head and crushed his
skull; even Ishtar's skill could not have saved him. And she certainly would
have tried her best; Dr. Nkruma was a surgeon on her staff. But these are not
the feet Dr. Nkruma wore; these are from his clone... that he never needed."
"Richard-"
"Yes, dear? I wanted to ask Ezra-"
"Richard, I did something without consulting you."
"So? Am I going to have to beat you again?"
"You may decide to. I wanted you to see Ezra's legs
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